[VtR][Mature] Born into Darkness: Arc 1

[Bloodweaver1]

Cole Braddock

"So what else can you tell us about this 'protection'?" Says Cole as he watches the man's eyes widen at the sight of the stash. Out of habit, he energizes some of the blood in his body and in seconds, he looks completely human.

 

[OnlytheStrong]

ooc: Diego won't spend any blood unless he is approached by someone (anyone) that he doesn't know. He's pretty content just watching what movement there is on the street.

 

[industrygothica]

"Strange guy," Beth says to Archer, dropping her act now that he's gone. "Now that we're alone, I should tell you: I think Nice knows where Constance is. Or at least where she was. Something weird happened while we were waiting at the hospital, in that room. I think that's where she made me."

[sblock=ooc]I'm not going to repeat it all here, but Beth will tell Archer everything she remembers (which should be everything, considering...) about Nice's 'conversation' with Constance, and anything else she heard or felt in that room.[/sblock]

 

[Graf]

"So what else can you tell us about this 'protection'?" Says Cole as he watches the man's eyes widen at the sight of the stash. Out of habit, he energizes some of the blood in his body and in seconds, he looks completely human.

You know man... it's a racket. We get paid, nothing bad happens to your shop.

Listen, we gonna do this, I need to talk to some people. Give me a bit? The man reaches for his cell phone.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Archer leaned against the wall next to the dumpster, looking vaguely irate about the casual disregard for his ideas. This gradually faded to a neutral expression during Beth's banter with the dealer. He raised an eyebrow when Cole chose to join the conversation, but remained silent. He honestly didn't care at this point.

The man seems reluctant to leave the shop with people hanging around the front, but Cole's way-with-words compells him to accompany them.

Archer leans in close to the dumpster, hugging its shadow. He didn't want the guy to notice a third person in the recent vicinity, way too suspicious, especially if he was hanging back behind the dumpster.

[sblock=ooc]Archer attempts to hide (spending willpower point).

Remind me never to make my own rolls and/or use willpower points. :\ [/sblock]

Archer has joined Beth outside of the shop.

As soon as Archer heard the heartbeat and breathing he regretted moving out in front of the shop. It was quick. He could imagine a couple of possibilities. The occupant was probably alert, experiencing a heightened level of affect, and trying to conceal their presence, something not normally required while out of sight and behind a layer of storefront glass, unless they were expecting someone to be able to detect them through it. The alternative could be that the person was dying, what with the shallow breathing, but that would probably be accompanied by a slowed heart rate rather than an accelerated one. His first suspicion was probably the correct one.

"Strange guy," Beth says to Archer, dropping her act now that he's gone. "Now that we're alone, I should tell you: I think Nice knows where Constance is. Or at least where she was. Something weird happened while we were waiting at the hospital, in that room. I think that's where she made me."

Made, she said. As though she was fabricated, or produced. A vampire created in a lab. An ambiguous statement. Amusing, interesting. Archer maintained his neutral expression and didn't reply, but nodded once to show that he was paying attention. It was intentional that he didn't warn Beth about the hidden store occupant.

While listening he meandered over to the storefront windows, looking at what was on display behind them. He was already out in the open, he might as well make the most of it. Extracting the wrapped roots from his pocket he compared them to what was on display inside. Or at least, he looked like he was. It was a thin veil of an excuse to look for whoever was hiding inside.

 

[Graf]

While listening he meandered over to the storefront windows, looking at what was on display behind them. He was already out in the open, he might as well make the most of it. Extracting the wrapped roots from his pocket he compared them to what was on display inside. Or at least, he looked like he was. It was a thin veil of an excuse to look for whoever was hiding inside.

The fleshy pale root in Archer's hand doesn't really resemble anything in the window (beyond the similarities inherent in being exotic dried roots that Archer hasn't encountered before).

Try though he might he can't make out anyone inside.

[sblock=OOC]You're using up your bad luck now.
That way you'll have more good luck later!

Since you get back a Willpower point a night (plus those for for acting out virtues/vices) it makes more sense to spend a few, etc.
There have been a few points where I would totally have spent willpower points if I were players (obviously I have more information, so it's an unfair statement to make).

You got one success on your perception check, which let you know that someone was there. Without some sort of change in the situation you won't really be able to get more.
And as I mentioned in the post above, nobody is visible in the shop.[/sblock]

 

[Bloodweaver1]

Cole Braddock

“That depends. First let’s not make this anymore complicated then it needs to be. Either give me the phone or turn it off.” Says Cole as he motions at the man’s phone. “And second, I do not believe you have told me everything just yet. Just whom asked for the store to be protected and from what and why? Is the protection for something not to get out or from something not getting in?”

OOC: Dominate ** on the command of the drug dealer giving Cole the cell phone, a simple negotiate/persuade skill check on him turning it off. I want Cole to give the appearance that drug dealer had an option.

 

[Graf]

The dealer slowly turns off the phone. Relax man, you dealing with me. I understand you anxious but there's no trust and we can't deal.

That shop ain't got nothing to do with this right?
My gang, right, provides protection that shop owner. You know. I don't know why I'm sitting out there. Maybe the guy didn't pay recently, maybe he paid a lot, I don't know.
Nobody gives no rats a-- about no spice shop. It's just some religous thing, man. Personally I think it's crap but you know, people grow up their whole lives listening to crazy s--- and they don't change just because they get to america. You know.

Now, you look like you want to move this, I can help you get it done, but I need to make a call.

It's market forces man. You got the supply, I need to check demand, you know what I'm saying?

OOC Sorry, in a bit of a rush. We'll say that he doesn't think it's odd to turn off his cell phone as a gesture of trust. (PS you won't be getting it to give it to you without a direct command to that effect).

 

[Festy_Dog]

Archer pocketed the roots and stepped away from the window, but didn't turn his back on it.

"I thought there was more to Nice than meets the eye," Archer said to Beth, pleasantly surprised.

"So Beth, you feel a powerful attachment to your sire, do you not? I'm guessing that's why you were upset back in the lab. If you overheard my discussion with Raghunandan earlier this evening you'll understand that what you feel could be... artificial, but from what you tell me Constance actually seems to care about you anyway," Archer twitched as he was confronted with a mess of memories, then cleared his throat, "Therein lies the dilemma. People don't like killing people they care about."

Archer stepped closer to the window, if the store wasn't closed and empty he'd almost appear to be talking to someone inside.

"As much as Celeste treated me like sht, I'm afraid if I was presented an option which kept all involved parties ticking I wouldn't be able to refuse it, due to the blood bond," he stepped away from the window again and turned to Beth, "Whether or not your attachment to Contance is of the same nature, if we can engineer a scenario in which your sire remains alive, as do the rest of us, would you prefer that?"

 

[Bloodweaver1]

Cole Braddock

"I prefer an alternate form of currency. So I tell you what. Take it all!" Says Cole as he reaches into the car, pulls out the merchandise and throws it to the dealer. "And consider it a down payment for future services. For when we meet again, and we will meet again, I will have similiar requests with even greater rewards. However, if you cross me and the information is not what you say. You will wish it was someone else sitting out side this spice shop. Get my point." Says Cole as he quickly falshes the man one of his pointed teeth.

"Now before you go, is there anything else you might be forgeting about the store."

OOC: RPing it as to make a contact.